An Eskimo Stabbed Me, and Other Benefits of Quarantine
Okay, the stabbing was metaphorical but it was performed by an Eskimo — a Yup’ik Eskimo to be precise, and I deserved it. His name is David, but we all call him DJ. He is a friend, and he has been my ally on this desperate battlefield we call life for many
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